Do I want to talk about this? Why not.
I've had my fair share of crushes. Most never going anywhere. In fact, the one girl I had a relationship with liked me, not the other way around. But that's already going off topic. There was this one girl I really was into, like really heavy. Not the typical crush. I'll call her Sue (cant think of anything good lol) because of privacy. Sue was really cool. Smart, beautiful (much more so than any other girl I liked) and all around awesome to be around. We became friends pretty quickly. She sat next to me one day at lunch and asked me if I would let her have my lunch, I told her fuck no lol. My homie looked at me and told me that she was pregnant, so I gave her my lunch and got her information that day. After that we talked just about every day for 2 years. Even after we both graduated. But the issue was that she never really liked me that much, friend or otherwise. She has a lot of issues, issues I really hope she figures out one day. She would talk to me mainly because I have a way of explaining people's problems to them in a way that can help them figure things out, I was the emotional support guy basically. I won't get into a lot of the stuff she talked to me about in detail, but it was a lot of her trauma from a certain event in her life, her uncertainty of being a mother, her sexual escapades, anything she needed to talk to someone about she would come to me. But she never initiated conversation herself unless she wanted something. And I fell for it every time. I don't think she is a bad person, I think a lot of the things that has been done to her and things she has done weigh on her and she doesn't know how to handle it properly. I still think about her from time to time, and I feel for her deeply even to this day. But my care for her ended up becoming an obsession, one that would never pay off, and so I cut things off. She helped me through a really rough time in my life and I felt indebted to her. But it finally came to a head when I met up with her one day. It was her son's birthday and I got something for him because I knew she was struggling to get him something that year, her job cut her off and she was hurting for cash. When I got there, we got him to come over and get his present, which was really nice, her son is a cute kid. But she barely talked to me, and I didn't want to sit there for like 10 minutes with zero conversation (my autism doesn't really help in these situations either) and when I got home I realized she never thanked me. She didn't talk to me after that for a good month. And when she did talk to me finally it was to tell me about a crazy night of passion she had. So that was it. She got a hold of me not 2 months ago just to immediately start trauma dumping on me, and these days I'm not in the position to help her figure it out anymore. So I probably will never talk to her again, but I hope she is doing well and can someday figure out how to manage her pain. God I feel like a piece of dirt to this day.